I still remember the moment I nearly gave up.
It was my son’s 10th birthday party. We’d planned everything perfectly — decorations hung from the pergola, the grill prepped for burgers, water balloons filled for the kids.
Then the first slap came. Then another. And another.
Within 20 minutes, the kids were huddled inside, my wife was frantically moving food to the kitchen, and I stood alone in our beautiful backyard, surrounded by buzzing invaders that had just stolen another summer memory from my family.
“Maybe we’re just not outdoor people,” I told my wife that night.
But deep down, I knew the truth: I was failing to protect the very space I’d worked so hard to create.